Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.

A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.

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"How are you? I'm Nala, and you are…?" The brown fae, or Nala, asked Spektrum. He sneered and smirked. "What business of it is yours, maggot head?" He drawled and swaggered in circles around the fae. "Oh, if you insist." He rolled his bright blue eyes. "My name is Scar Face. No, not the human Al Capone, you dunderhead. Ugh." Another roll of the eyes. "So, Nala's your name, huh? How unoriginal." Spektrum moaned, enjoying tormenting the vix. "Say, did anyone ever tell you that your absolutely repulsive coat is the color of unhygenic mud? No, not even that. Your rag for a pelt looks like… poop." Except Spektrum didn't say poop. He said something vile.

Spektrum was getting all wound up. Hurting other wolves was his favorite use of spare time. He even laughed when he saw her expression. Oh, what fun! He mused. What an evil, evil, wolf.

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